The Sentinels metanoia

Leaving behind the jovial laughter and squeals of children learning to play, she roved along the shoreline to where the gulls circled and cried out, where gannets dove toward the ocean and split the story blue surface and emerged moments later. The cliffs nearby were home to several species of shorebirds, jousting for top nesting spots along the craggy wall that faced the ocean. 

Solveig watched as a fox made off with a fledgling gannet that had crash-landed too far inland. Easy pickings for a clever animal patient enough to wait for one of the inexperienced birds to make a mistake. It dashed off into the forest, disappearing from sight. She might have continued on, if not for the faint hum she heard. Intrigued, she waited, cupping her ears forward to see if she might catch another verse.